Day Five, Still Alive!

Hi there!  This is Xav.  My mom posted yesterday and when I heard what she’d done, I begged my private-eye friends to let me do it, too!

As she told you, I had a pretty serious drug problem . . . and I wasn’t even eighteen.  What I was, actually, was a mess.  You’ve probably read and heard enough about the ugly world of drug addiction, so I don’t need to repeat what you already know.  But let me tell you, it’s not a place you ever want to find yourself!

On a sweeter note, it’s the fifth and final day of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  You can purchase it for .99 cents.  You can’t even buy a burger for that.  I say, go for it!

Besides my story, there are a few murders, dangerous drug dealers, and ornery gang members who don’t like being questioned by JJ, Rey and Linda.  Guess I wouldn’t either, if I didn’t want to end up in jail.  But they stick with it—even nearly get themselves killed—and finally figure it all out.  How cool is that?

Check us out at . . .

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

Day Four, Can You Take One More?

Promo post, that is.  It’s Linda and I’m here to introduce a lovely lady Honey Konani, the mother of teenaged Xavier (or Xav, as he prefers).  She actually called JJ to ask if she might have the honors.  JJ—Rey and I—were happy to oblige.  Over to you, Honey . . .

Hi.  I’ve never done this before, so please bear with me.  I met the three private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency when JJ brought home Xavier after a bad bout with drugs.  

Before I get into that, please note that it is Day 4 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  You can purchase it for .99 cents—today through November 17.

For those of you who follow this blog, you know that this first official case has the three women attempting to discover the secret of the young and pretty wife of a rich, elderly gentleman.  Sadly, she’s found murdered in the Pacific.  In the quest to find the killer, they happen upon drug dealers, gang members . . . and Xavier, in a dark dank alley.

Regrettably, I’d grown accustomed to his “flights of freedom”, as I called them. Oh, I fretted as any mother would, but I no longer experienced hysterics or despair as I had the first couple of times he’d ventured off (“staying with a friend”, “sailing with a school chum”, “visiting a cousin on Big Island”). My belief in God kept me sane and calm, and hopeful that my son would one day see the light and stop doing drugs. Yes, I’d known for a while, but hadn’t voiced it, not to him, not to my daughter, not even to myself. To do so would have meant acknowledging a bleak truth.

Thanks to these three women, Xavier eventually turned his life around; he’s still clean and seeing life with fresh eyes.  I’ll be eternally grateful to them.

You can check out Hula here . . .

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

Day Three . . . with Three . . .

. . . Lovely ladies who are professional P.I.s on Oahu.  Hey, it’s Rey—welcome to Day 3 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  For .99 cents—today through November 17—you can read how the Triple Threat Investigation Agency trio (that’s us, those lovely ladies, in case there was any doubt) solved our first case.

It all started off pretty simple: find out what William Pierponce Howell’s young pretty wife, Carmie, was up to.  He was thinking “affair”; we were thinking the same.  But then we found her floating along the shores of a quiet beach, and it wasn’t because she couldn’t swim.

It turned out there was something suspect in her past . . . as there was in hubby’s and a few other folks’ history.  This led us into the weird world of gangs, drug dealers, and criminal types.

If you’d like to learn how we solved this challenging—dangerous—case (and nearly ended up like poor Carmie), please check us out.

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

Aloha all.

Day Two, Yeah, Me Too

So you’ve got Cash here.  Yeah, JJ talked me into posting about the promo today (Linda wheedled and Rey, as is her way, threatened to rearrange body parts).  Man.

Anyway, here goes . . .

. . . It’s Day 2 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  For .99 cents—today through November 17—you can read how JJ and her colleagues from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency solved their first case . . . and how JJ and I first met (in a dive where drug dealers and felon types liked to call home).

It all started when the threesome had to discover the “secret” of a rich old coot’s dishy wife.  Unfortunately, they found her swimming in the Pacific.  As they determined to find out who the killer was—and more bodies dropped—they encountered the aforementioned drug dealers, druggies, and gang members.  And, no surprise, none of the nefarious offenders liked being pursued, much less questioned.

Here’s a little taste (no one can tell it better than my hon, JJ) . . .

“Howzit? Mind if I sit?”

Cash stood a good 6’2” and was more muscular up close, like one of those extreme wrestlers.

I motioned one of the ladder-back chairs across from me. It creaked when he sat.

“I’ve never seen you in here before. I’d remember.”

“That’s not an overly original pick-up line . . . Cash.”

“I wasn’t aiming for a pick-up,” he replied. “And Cash is the name. My mom loved Johnny Cash. I got the name Cash because my brother, born two years before me, got Johnny.” Jade green eyes seemed to see beyond that which they viewed. “You don’t look like you belong here.”

“Why? Not enough make-up? Or maybe I’m not rowdy or brassy enough?” I asked with a cynical smile, feeling oddly catty. Malevolence was something I experienced only when sleep-deprived.

“Not young enough.”

My flat response was “mahalo”. Thank you.

“It’s more of a guy place and the women that do come are generally not in their late twenties and above.”

I took a sip of the flat beer in the mug. Ugh. “I’ll make sure to apply for Social Security on Monday.”

His laughter had a rich timber, like a temple bell.

“You don’t exactly look like you belong here, either.”

“Why’s that?”

I met his probing gaze. “Besides the fact that the preferred color for members of the male persuasion in here is black, you look more like someone who’d be sipping martinis while sitting in a jazz lounge or an oceanside bar. You don’t have that tough-ass attitude most of the males here have.”

“I’m very tough. Trust me.” His smile was dark and for the briefest second, I sensed a no-nonsense-or-crap-accepted side.

To be honest, I was quite surprised the three of them didn’t end up with a knife in the neck or a bullet in the brain (I’ve been around) but very happy with the outcome: the successful—if not bizarre—culmination of the case.

Given I’m very fond of JJ, I’d appreciate you checking out how they performed as first-time private eyes.  Guaranteed: you’ll find the tumultuous trip quite entertaining.

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

 

Day One, What Fun (Again!)

Welcome to Day 1 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  For a mere .99 cents—today through November 17—you can read how the three of us from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency did during our first official private-eye case! 

. . . All we have to do is uncover the “secret” of an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife—an affair.  There’s a twist, though: trophy wife is found murdered on the rocky shores of an off-the-beaten-track  Oahu beach.  And there’s a secret all right, one of many in fact—and they don’t all belong to the deceased woman.  Who of the curious cast of characters is the murderer?  As JJ, Rey and I try to fit puzzle pieces together, we stumble across more bodies … and a few unscrupulous sorts who don’t like us poking our noses in their business. 

While this new set of quirky personalities proves quite taxing, we have enough faith in our developing talents to persevere and unscramble clues.  It’s the perfect opportunity for us to prove we made a wise choice in becoming bona-fide detectives. 

If you’d like to come along on the zany but fun roller-coaster ride, please check u out at . . .

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

(The Boss requests—humbly and happily—if you had a moment or three, perhaps you might be willing to do a review?)

Plugging the Promo . . . and then Some

Another five-day promo blitz is coming up for both The Connecticut Corpse Caper and Can you Hula like Hilo Hattie?.

That got me to thinking—I’ve never really posted very much about my publisher, Next Chapter, “the community-driven, next-generation publishing house”.

Feel free to join.  As they state, there aren’t any hidden fees or small print.  We like that.

We also like that NC (as we call it) has published several bestsellers.  That tells you it’s not a fly-by-night, vanity, or duplicitous publisher.

WPNextCh4SearchAAnother like?  The site itself.  It has a “free-flowing” feel to it.  Very simple yet stylish and professional.  And “search” is a bit different from the norm—no little box in a corner.  It’s right there in the center—pull up an author/book without having to squint, tilt the head, or adjust the progressives (like I often do).

There you have it—a little plug for my publisher.  If you’re interested in becoming a fellow NC author or reading a fantastic book [or three], check them out at . . . https://www.nextchapter.pub/

See you tomorrow for Day 1 of The Connecticut Corpse Caper promo.

Day Five, Final Day

Day Five, Final Day

… to get Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? for a mere 99 cents. 

Rookie private eyes JJ, Rey, and Linda take on their first official case: to discover an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife’s secret.  Is it an affair as hubby, WP Howell, believes?  Or are more dastardly deeds in the wind?

It appears the latter because Carmie Howell is soon found in the waters off Oahu.  As the trio investigate, they stumble over a few more bodies.  Who’s responsible?  There’s a plethora of potential culprits.

Linda checked the mirrors and started the ignition. “Do you want the good news first or the bad?”

“Give me the bad.”

“It’s a two-parter.”

I couldn’t contain a Cousin Reynalda water-buffalo snort. “Of course it is.”

“Part one: Rey told me that she hasn’t been able to get any info on the Howells that we haven’t yet read or heard. But she’s expecting phone-backs from her Mainland film and theater contacts, so something of note could crop up. In terms of Salv, she didn’t come up with anything, but she did emphasize the word ‘yet’.”

“That’s partially bad news. There’s still hope,” I declared with a quick smile. “What’s part two?”

“Mr. Gruesome has no police record—”

“What!” I gazed at her in astonishment. “A guy like that has no police record?”

“That’s correct,” she affirmed with a smirk. “A couple of officers recognized him, courtesy of your drawing. Deff, Makjo’s lunch buddy, said he’s known around the station, but he’s never been caught with any fingers in a till.”

I exhaled slowly. “What’s the good news?”

“We have a name: it’s Kale Karaoke Loulu.”

“Karaoke?”

“The guy likes to sing. Apparently, he’s got a good set of pipes.”

“Who’d have thought?” I settled in and motioned ahead. “Onward, my faithful fellow private eye. Lunch beckons.”

If the Triple Threat Investigation Agency P.I.s have piqued your interest, perhaps you’d like to check them out Hula at:

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Day Four, Two Days More

… to get Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? for a mere 99 cents. 

Newbie private eyes—JJ, Rey, and Linda—accept their first official assignment: to discover an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife’s secret.  Is it simply a matter of Carmie Howell having an affair, as WP believes?  Or is something more sinister afoot?

Perhaps the latter . . . because Carmie is soon found floating off the sapphire shores of Oahu.  As JJ, Rey and Linda investigate, more bodies fall.  Who’s responsible?  Druggies?  Gang members?  Mob sorts?  [Very] nervous nellies?

Latte-colored eyes gleaming, she leaned forward. “In a quest to learn more about Gino Carpella, I decided to go wayback. Carmie’s twin, as we know, is quite the entrepreneur. He made his first million courtesy of his father’s fabulous pizza pies.” She looked like the original Steve McGarrett nabbing a prime suspect: gratified.

“To make it all happen, he needed financing.” Rey smirked, sucking back a quarter of the drink. “As in a major loan.”

“A loan with nointerest,” Linda declared. “But there was a silent partnership agreement.”

“And the partner is?” Rey prompted with a Cheshire grin.

“Martino Lino Mondino,” Linda announced, not waiting for me to hazard a guess.

I looked from Linda to Rey and back again. “The Martino Lino Mondino?”

“Yup,” Rey said, her expression smug. “As in Mondino’s Supreme Sardinos—er, Sardines.”

“And Mondino’s Superlative Select Meats. And Mondino’s Classy Celebrated Cheeses,” Linda continued.

“He’s absorbed a lot of little companies and cottage industries along the East Coast. He’s also known for foodstuff first and triumphant business deals second.”

“He wins over the competition each and every time,” Rey stated.

“He wins because he eradicates them permanently,” I added.

Linda wagged a playful finger. “There is nothing to prove Mondino ‘eradicates them permanently’.”

“Then why have six competitors in the last dozen years gone the way of Jimmy Hoffa?”

Linda’s smile was dry. “Lots of digging and a couple of calls confirmed Gino’s still tight with Mondino. In fact, the fifty-five-year-old who, I understand, bears an uncanny resemblance to Jimmy Stewart in The Glenn Miller Story, is a co-signer on the lease for the Seventh Avenue building that accommodates Gino’s head office. Here’s another ‘in fact’: Mondino, who goes by the name of ‘Teen’ if you’re a friend, also owns a building a half-a-mile away from Gino’s—hey, what a great name for a business. Gino’s and Mondino’s.”

If the gals have piqued your interest, perhaps you’d like to check out Hula at:

NOTE: $0.99 promotions are active only in the US and UK stores.

Day Three, Not Free . . . but Pretty Darn Close

Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? is a mere 99 cents through August 17.

Novice private eyes—JJ, Rey, and Linda—accept their first official detecting assignment: uncover the “secret” of an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife.  Is it simply a matter of wifey having an affair, as hubby believes?

Not long after they embark on their first case, pretty young wife is found murdered on the shores of Oahu.  And there’s a secret all right, one of many, and they don’t all belong to the deceased woman.  Who of the unconventional cast of characters is the murderer?  As Jill, Rey and Linda try to fit puzzle pieces together, they stumble across several more bodies.

A straightforward task becomes anything but.  They’ve dealt with multiple murders in past, however, thanks to a wacky week in Connecticut, and while this new set of quirky personalities proves equally taxing, they have enough faith in their [budding] talents to persevere and unscramble clues.

And, if the trio succeeds, their newly founded business, The Triple Threat Investigation Agency, will prove a viable venture.

Curious?  Please check out the rookie private eyes’ escapades at:

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NOTE: $0.99 promotions are active only in the US and UK stores.

Day Two, Howdy-Do

Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? is a mere 99 cents through August 17.

Newbie private eyes JJ, Rey and Linda accept their first official detecting assignment: learning the “secret” of an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife.  He believes she may be having an affair.  If they succeed, their newly founded business, The Triple Threat Investigation Agency, will prove a viable venture.

The twist: the wife is found murdered along the sapphire shores of Oahu. And there’s a secret all right, one of many, and they don’t all belong to the deceased woman.

Perhaps you’d like a little excerpt?

We’d only had to demonstrate she was a cheating spouse who possessed a secret that could prove of value to her husband and help dissolve a four-year marriage. All that had been required: surveying the woman, taking photos as necessary, and delivering nightly reports. Easy-peasy. Not.

What we’d unearthed in the preceding days extended to the sordid world of drugs and gambling, two ugly and dangerous addictions that could drag you under and far like the Molaka’i Express, which was the crossing of the Kaiwi Channel from volcano-formed Molaka’i, Hawaii’s fifth largest island, and possessed exceptionally strong currents. If the vice didn’t batter you, the enabler—the human component—was there to ensure you remained dependent, paid up and/or stayed high, and never screwed him or her.

“Man, she must have really pissed someone off.”

“Big time.” I peered across the darkening Pacific and reflected on that which had brought us to Hawaii: a desire to open our own P.I. agency. But the body sprawled across rough wave-soaked rocks begged one crucial question: what did a meteorologist, actress, and scriptwriting assistant know about detecting? So what if they’d played amateur sleuths several months ago during a murder-filled week at an eerie Connecticut mansion? That didn’t grant them the expertise or street smarts to manage a bona-fide case.

. . . But maybe the more imperative question at the moment was: how were they going to explain a simple undercover-case gone terribly wrong?

If we’ve piqued your interest, please check us out at:

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